Oh, how this makes me long for a Wintery festive season! This is so cosy, so glorious, I love it! It honestly felt like being wrapped up in a favourite jumper! 😍 (I'm in Australia so it's Summer here and this beautiful write has me pining for Winter 🤣)
Years ago I learnt to bake the best cake ever . Baking , a forced activity at school was quite fun at the new school I attended . The spacious domestic science room felt like a huge kitchen built into a stately home and was nothing like school . I loved it . Every week at the end of the lesson we wrote down a list of ingredients needed for the lesson the following week . There was a choice of buying ingredients from the teacher or bringing it from home . We needed golden syrup , black treacle sold in tins , bicarbonate of soda , butter , flour and ginger spice . I can’t remember what else we needed . Did we add other spices . Or eggs ? I just remember not having to soften and beat eggs in a big bowl . The best part was using a tablespoon to delve deeply twisting the spoon into tins and scooping out syrup . After repeating with the treacle. Wondering how I had miraculously avoided a trail of sugary evidence. Melting butter on the low flame of the stove in a saucepan with the syrups . Then adding into the sifted dry ingredients and mixing throughly breathing in spicy sugary goodness . I had made a greaseproof paper insert for the round baking tea , poured the mixture into a preheated oven with instructions not to open the oven for one hour . The cake would go flat and be ruined otherwise . I had to write down the time in my exercise book . It was my responsibility not to forget . Finally the hour was up and the cake was cooled on a rack . Still no tasting . I had to clear my working area , wash up and let the cake cool . In those days clearing up took me ages I wasn’t used to such tasks . When I finally finished it was time to wrap my cake in a tea towel , place it into an old biscuit tin before loading it into a wide necked basket . Not long after it was time to walk home . At the time we were living with my grandparents . Thankfully Grampi was home . Asking him if he wanted to try my cake he readily accepted and told me he would make a pot of tea. We sat down together at the table and Grampi cut us generous slices . A lovely moment rounded off by the greatest compliment ever . My cake was the best he had ever tasted , the texture was light , the flavour perfect . I was a champion . My thirteen year self was proud , the accomplishment my best ever, equipping me with future confidence to join in fully with cookery classes at school .
Christmas treats with Grandma, the year each grandchild started school....
Wrapped up warm and cosy in our hats and gloves we caught the train into town to sample the delights of the Christmas market from Germany. The streets were filled with little wooden huts, made enchanting with twinkling lights and music. Each miniature house was filled with toys or sweets or other magical goodies, and stalls selling wonderful edible treats were everywhere, their smells wafting through the matket, making our tummies rumble hopefully!
We wandered hand in hand, taking in the sights, sounds and scents, our eyes alight with excitement, until the perfect little gift was found and wrapped and tucked into Grandma's bag for later..
Then we made our way to the swirling carousel, the gaily painted horses dancing up and down as they whirled past. At last, our turn, and we chose the most beautiful horse and climbed onto it's saddle, holding tight to the golden pole as the music began and we rode to the rhythms of Christmas tunes and let the magic carry us to a wonderland of adventures.
Too soon our turn was over and we relinquished our steed to another. But one final treat awaited our eager souls. The steamy cafe, busy with chatter and warm with seasonal joy, where gingerbread and hot chocolate sealed a precious memory in our hearts, to be recalled and smiled over each Christmas to come!
Oh, how this makes me long for a Wintery festive season! This is so cosy, so glorious, I love it! It honestly felt like being wrapped up in a favourite jumper! 😍 (I'm in Australia so it's Summer here and this beautiful write has me pining for Winter 🤣)
Awh thank you so much for reading/listening! <3
Prompt vent day 6
Gingerbread
Years ago I learnt to bake the best cake ever . Baking , a forced activity at school was quite fun at the new school I attended . The spacious domestic science room felt like a huge kitchen built into a stately home and was nothing like school . I loved it . Every week at the end of the lesson we wrote down a list of ingredients needed for the lesson the following week . There was a choice of buying ingredients from the teacher or bringing it from home . We needed golden syrup , black treacle sold in tins , bicarbonate of soda , butter , flour and ginger spice . I can’t remember what else we needed . Did we add other spices . Or eggs ? I just remember not having to soften and beat eggs in a big bowl . The best part was using a tablespoon to delve deeply twisting the spoon into tins and scooping out syrup . After repeating with the treacle. Wondering how I had miraculously avoided a trail of sugary evidence. Melting butter on the low flame of the stove in a saucepan with the syrups . Then adding into the sifted dry ingredients and mixing throughly breathing in spicy sugary goodness . I had made a greaseproof paper insert for the round baking tea , poured the mixture into a preheated oven with instructions not to open the oven for one hour . The cake would go flat and be ruined otherwise . I had to write down the time in my exercise book . It was my responsibility not to forget . Finally the hour was up and the cake was cooled on a rack . Still no tasting . I had to clear my working area , wash up and let the cake cool . In those days clearing up took me ages I wasn’t used to such tasks . When I finally finished it was time to wrap my cake in a tea towel , place it into an old biscuit tin before loading it into a wide necked basket . Not long after it was time to walk home . At the time we were living with my grandparents . Thankfully Grampi was home . Asking him if he wanted to try my cake he readily accepted and told me he would make a pot of tea. We sat down together at the table and Grampi cut us generous slices . A lovely moment rounded off by the greatest compliment ever . My cake was the best he had ever tasted , the texture was light , the flavour perfect . I was a champion . My thirteen year self was proud , the accomplishment my best ever, equipping me with future confidence to join in fully with cookery classes at school .
This is so lovely, thank you for sharing!
Thank you , such a happy memory
#promptvent #day6 GINGERBREAD
Christmas treats with Grandma, the year each grandchild started school....
Wrapped up warm and cosy in our hats and gloves we caught the train into town to sample the delights of the Christmas market from Germany. The streets were filled with little wooden huts, made enchanting with twinkling lights and music. Each miniature house was filled with toys or sweets or other magical goodies, and stalls selling wonderful edible treats were everywhere, their smells wafting through the matket, making our tummies rumble hopefully!
We wandered hand in hand, taking in the sights, sounds and scents, our eyes alight with excitement, until the perfect little gift was found and wrapped and tucked into Grandma's bag for later..
Then we made our way to the swirling carousel, the gaily painted horses dancing up and down as they whirled past. At last, our turn, and we chose the most beautiful horse and climbed onto it's saddle, holding tight to the golden pole as the music began and we rode to the rhythms of Christmas tunes and let the magic carry us to a wonderland of adventures.
Too soon our turn was over and we relinquished our steed to another. But one final treat awaited our eager souls. The steamy cafe, busy with chatter and warm with seasonal joy, where gingerbread and hot chocolate sealed a precious memory in our hearts, to be recalled and smiled over each Christmas to come!
Such beautiful and cozy memories, I could see it playing out like a movie in my mind!
Promptvent Day 6
What a sad end for the gingerbread boy
who got eaten by the fox
For it's not always about being the fastest
It’s about being the smartest
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His fur was red as a flaming fire
he seemed like a nice guy
when he offered the gingerbread boy a ride
as he ran quickly by
The boy jumped up on his tawny back
thinking what a very nice chap
But when the fox got hungry
he bit his head off with a snap
oof love this!